St Kilda

Its a heritage site, believe it do
Out of the Atlantic the cliffs they ring true
Amazingly climb up into the sky
Great sea stacs that are very high
Undeniably enduring they
Are the home to birds
That all make their way
To this phenomenal place
Where so many stay

A super abundance
of natural born sights
Unspoiled undiminished
And millions of flights
Fully fledged no holds barred
Brimful and gay
Fulmars and gannets and puffins away

Swamped by great waves
Laden with brine
Creaming great surf castles
None of them mine
Sweeping in crashing down on the
Great rocks
The beginning the end
And a million hard knocks

An assemblage of life forms
A great compilation
A gathering harvest
A heavenly salvation
The wind throws the swell
Into myriad horses
That gallop and leap
With such strength and forces

Ride if you will
with the spirit of time
Into infiniteness just feel the climb
Unfathomable lifts
Beyond comprehension
The head wants to fly
The stomach such tension

It just feels like timelessness
Constant and ceaseless
It feels eternal
For ever and ever
Heritage cries out
Its there in one’s soul
A coming together
In a bid to control

We are moved by the frantic
Fortuitous sightings
The sounds of the sea birds
That deafen each call
Exciting the senses
It sort of dispenses
Cachophony’s magic
Now heard by us all

I just feel so tiny
A sand grain tossed skywards
A shrimp in the tide
As it thumps into shore
The great march of pebbles
Smoothed by the tumult
Lost in the matrix
For evermore